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George Trimble (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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George Trimble by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] Do you remember when I stood on the steps Of the court-house and talked free-silver, And the single-tax of Henry George? Then do you remember that, when the Peerless Leader Lost the first battle, I began to talk prohibition, And became ...14 hours ago -
Margaret Fuller Slack (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Margaret Fuller Slack by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] I would have been as great as George Eliot But for an untoward fate. For look at the photograph of me made by Penniwit, Chin resting on hand, and deep-set eyes-- Gray, too, and far-searching. But there was the old, old problem: ...16 hours ago -
Harold Arnett (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Harold Arnett by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. A church bell sounded mournfully far away. I heard the cry of a baby, And the coughing of John Yarnell, Bed-ridden, ...17 hours ago -
Jacob Goodpasture (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Jacob Goodpasture by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] When Fort Sumter fell and the war came I cried out in bitterness of soul: "O glorious republic now no more!" When they buried my soldier son To the call of trumpets and the sound of drums My heart broke beneath the weight Of eighty ...17 hours ago -
Nicholas Bindle (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Nicholas Bindle by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens, When my estate was probated and everyone knew How small a fortune I left?-- You who hounded me in life, To give, give, give to the churches, to the poor, To the village!--me who had already given ...17 hours ago -
Dorcas Gustine (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Dorcas Gustine by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] I was not beloved of the villagers, But all because I spoke my mind, And met those who transgressed against me With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing Nor secret griefs nor grudges. That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised, Who ...17 hours ago -
Jack McGuire (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Jack McGuire by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] They would have lynched me Had I not been secretly hurried away To the jail at Peoria. And yet I was going peacefully home, Carrying my jug, a little drunk, When Logan, the marshal, halted me, Called me a drunken hound and shook me, And, ...1 day ago -
The Town Marshal (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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The Town Marshal by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal When the saloons were voted out, Because when I was a drinking man, Before I joined the church, I killed a Swede At the saw-mill near Maple Grove. And they wanted a terrible man, Grim, righteous, ...1 day ago -
Theodore the Poet (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Theodore the Poet by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring at the door of the craw-fishs burrow, Waiting for him to appear, pushing ahead, First his waving antennae, like straws of hay, And ...1 day ago -
Zenas Witt (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Zenas Witt by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams, And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness. And I couldnt remember the books I read, Like Frank Drummer who memorized page after page. And my back was weak, and I worried and worried, And ...1 day ago -
Charlie French (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Charlie French by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] Did you ever find out Which one of the OBrien boys it was Who snapped the toy pistol against my hand? There when the flags were red and white In the breeze and "Bucky" Estil Was firing the cannon brought to Spoon River From Vicksburg by ...5 days ago -
AMERICAN MASTERS | Neil Young Helpless | PBS
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AMERICAN MASTERS Neil Young Helpless PBS AMERICAN MASTERS | Neil Young Helpless | PBS Neil Young – Needle and the Damage Done Cortez-The Killer Neil Young Posted in Art, Culture, INTERNATIONAL, Leadership, Media, Music, Poetry, ...5 days ago -
Johnnie Sayre (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Johnnie Sayre by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] Father, thou canst never know The anguish that smote my heart For my disobedience, the moment I felt The remorseless wheel of the engine Sink into the crying flesh of my leg. As they carried me to the home of widow Morris I could see the ...6 days ago -
Julia Miller (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Julia Miller by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] We quarreled that morning, For he was sixty--five, and I was thirty, And I was nervous and heavy with the child Whose birth I dreaded. I thought over the last letter written me By that estranged young soul Whose betrayal of me I had ...1 week ago -
Flossie Cabanis (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Flossie Cabanis by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] From Bindles opera house in the village To Broadway is a great step. But I tried to take it, my ambition fired When sixteen years of age, Seeing East Lynne played here in the village By Ralph Barrett, the coming Romantic actor, who ...1 week ago -
Percy Bysshe Shelley (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Percy Bysshe Shelley by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] My father who owned the wagon-shop And grew rich shoeing horses Sent me to the University of Montreal. I learned nothing and returned home, Roaming the fields with Bert Kessler, Hunting quail and snipe. At Thompsons Lake the trigger ...1 week ago -
Sarah Brown (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Sarah Brown by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree. The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass, The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls, But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous In the blest Nirvana of eternal light! ...1 week ago -
Andy the Night-Watch (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Andy the Night-Watch by Edgar Lee Masters [added to the 1916 edition of Spoon River Anthology ] In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted hickory cane, I slipped about with a bulls-eye lantern From door to door on the square, As the midnight ...1 week ago -
Doc Hill (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Doc Hill by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology [1915] I went up and down the streets Here and there by day and night, Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick. Do you know why? My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs. And I turned to the people and poured out my love to ...1 week ago -
Conrad Siever (by Edgar Lee Masters)
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Conrad Siever by Edgar Lee Masters one of 33 poems added to the 1916 edition of Spoon River Anthology [1915] Not in that wasted garden Where bodies are drawn into grass That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens That bear no fruit-- There where along the shaded walks Vain sighs are heard, And vainer dreams ...1 week ago

